My name is Dino, that’s Dee-noh not dye-noh! Cause age is just a number, right? And I’m not a dinosaur! At the ripe ole age of 14 years and change, I found myself needing a new home because my family couldn’t properly care for my skin allergies. My skin allergies need a little extra love and care, but my foster mom says I am a really special guy who’s looking superbly handsome (and less bald!). I can mingle with people of all ages and dogs of all shapes and sizes, but I like to do my own thing for the most part. And, as long as I’m able to be by my foster mom’s side and take naps, I am one happy guy!
I am crate trained but usually just sleep in my bed when left at home. I am also house-trained, but may have an accident or two before you learn my potty cues. Puppy pads keep my in check though, if needed! I do take medicine for my skin allergies and can only eat my food allergy kibble. So even though I may sing or beg or do tricks really nicely for some human food, my foster family reminds me it isn’t the best for me.